God Killing Prototype [I]

The entire Qingshuiwan villa area has become a private residence, and the entrance was guarded 24 hours a day, and outsiders were not allowed to step in.

Three hundred meters away from Qin Yang's villa, there was a villa with a slightly larger area. The rooms on the first floor were all opened, and it would serve as a gathering place for the members of the Jingyun Club.

When Chen Han and Xiang Lang ran in, they saw Qin Yang standing in front of a group of young people, exhorting them solemnly.

"Brother, come and teach these boys a political lesson." Qin Yang beckoned to Chen Han.

"No amount of talk is worth it."

Chen Han walked up to a young man whose head was dyed colorful and had more than a dozen holes in his ears, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. He picked it up and threw it aside, hehe said with a smile: "The hair of the descendants of Yan and Huang is black, no matter how good the talent of this birdman is."